Money, Money, Money... MONEY

For the longest time I've had the feeling that Im being wrongly accused and repeatedly sentenced for the crime of spending too much of my money. I could never really understand this, for if you actually look at the book of accounts, what I have spent is a minute, marginal factor of what my ever-so-responsible sister was spending!!
Now Im not suggesting that she was being frivolous. Infact, Im not going into any detail at all about how much she spent and on what. Suffice it to say that it was mutliples of mine.
But you can imagine how it would make my blood boil.. the sheer injustice of it all. I mean come one! Here I am, actually trying to be responsible with my money, live within my means, even going so far as to live practically outside the city because I couldn't afford more, living in a hell hole because I didn't want to ask for the money to do the place up and at the most asking for a few hundered bucks a month to float me if needed. And I would be lectured about how responsible my sister is with her money, how she invests!! Hell, I'd invest too, except with all of the above, investing doesn't really fall into my scheme of things.
Anyway, somehow a few days ago, this started becoming a real problem for me. And everytime I thought about it, I would just start to see Red.
And it all came to a flash point when I was taking a nap, and the damn dog, sleeping under my bed started barking like a lunatic, shooting me straight upright. So I lay there, fuming mad, and guess what I started thinking about. And guess what I wanted to do about it.. write all about it in my blog, spew all this venom for the world to see..
Then perhaps by divine intervention, I looked at my phone and I saw a chirpy,cheery message from my mother. And just like that I calmed down, and I realised that whatever else is going on, she's not doing this on purpose. So I called her, and had a conversation with her that was long overdue I think.
She admitted that perhaps she's been judging me based on an image of my past, and not who I am with my money today. Although, we did branch into other areas of possible improvement for me.. where I conceded..a little.. in my head.. But I'm working on it.
But the point is, that I went from wanting to write a fury filled, venomous blog post to writing one that's completely appreciative of my mom and how willing she is to listen and understand..
How cool is that? I guess I should have tried this a few months sooner..:)